Free Drug Lord: A Bad Boy Baby Romance by Alyse Zaftig Page A

into a puddle of molten gold.
    “Oh...” I said.
    Then his hands stopped pushing my thighs apart. I was wondering where he was going before one hand went to rub my clit while his tongue pushed inside of my entrance.
    I went wild, bucking like crazy, fluttering around him. He kept rubbing me as I shook my way through an orgasm.
    When I could speak again, I said, “That was the most intense orgasm I’ve had in my life.”
    “Just one of many, future Señora Emilio.” He nuzzled my softness again.
    “I don’t think I can go again,” I said. I was still out of breath and all trembly from the first orgasm.
    In response, his hand began rubbing my clit. And my motor went roaring back to life.
    “Are you sure? Do you want this?”
    “Yes,” I moaned. “I want it.”
    This time, he put two fingers inside of my channel, pushing me apart.
    When he was inside, he crooked his fingers so that he stroked my g-spot.
    I was wetter than I had ever been in my whole life. I felt like there was a spigot or something inside of me. I was sure that the sheets were wet beneath me. He pulled his fingers out.
    Suddenly, he was flipping my body so that I was butt up, face down.
    He arranged me so that I was on my stomach, my knees under me.
    He pulled apart my opening as he guided himself inside.
    I knew that I was sweating from the heat inside of me, like I was burning up with the best kind of fever.
    My jaw dropped as he entered me. It wasn’t our first time, but his size totally overwhelmed me. I could barely fit around him.
    He began to surge slowly into me, going deep before pulling out.
    I hugged the pillow in front of me. My fists were clenched, holding the sheets tight. I could barely stand the intensity.
    Then his hand went around my neck. He wasn’t choking me. He was pressing his thumb and forefinger on opposite sides of my throat.
    Before I could even think about what he was doing, he was pulling my whole body backwards every time that he thrust.
    The feeling of being pulled back onto him was enough to push me right over the edge. I was shuddering beneath him when I heard him shout.
    And then he was flooding me with his seed. I loved the warmth.
    When he was done, he pulled out of me and turned me on my side. He came and spooned me from behind.
    His large hand slowly made its way from my waist to the juncture of my thighs.
    I waited breathlessly as he went straight for my clit again. The pleasure this time was nearly painful. The small orgasm in the aftermath of our passion exhausted me totally.
    I fell asleep like that, held safely by Emilio as I slipped into dreamland.

Coffee
Naelle
    W hen I woke up , I opened my eyes to see that Emilio was fully dressed. I could smell coffee.
    “Wake up, sweetheart.”
    I turned to look at the window. It was still dark outside.
    “What? Come back to bed.”
    He came over and kissed me.
    “As much as I would like to get tangled up with you again, you set a condition for your acceptance of my proposal. We’re going to fulfill it now.”
    I sat up and his gaze immediately went to my breasts. I blushed and reached for a sheet to cover up. I guessed that if we were married, I’d have to get used to be being naked around him, but I wasn’t used to it at the moment.
    “We’re going back to America?”
    “Yes. This is all of your luggage, right? You have your passport with you.”
    “Of course.” I didn’t go anywhere without it.
    “Then we can get going.”
    “I’m sticky,” I protested. “And I have to get dressed.” And I should probably tame my hair, if I wanted to go out in public.
    “I’ll wash you,” he said, his eyes blazing. Without warning, he pulled me out of bed, one arm beneath my knees and the other under my back.
    I squealed as he brought me into the bathroom. He slipped me into the tub and turned on the water. After he put a bunch of soap on a loofah, he began drawing big soapy circles on me. I wondered if he had ever washed anybody else before, because he